One Tonic, two months at sea, three times we almost lost the mast. Four awesome crew members (r five, or three), five islands on which we stopped on the way. Six knots of average speed, seven whales that we saw. Dozens of watched movies, hundreds of adventures, thousands of nautical miles.

8000 nautical miles, to be precise.
The last day was peaceful. Almost as if the sea new that we had lived through so much and wanted us to have a smooth finish. The blurry horizon begun to sharpen and familiar faces started to appear on the dock. Aha! Looks like they’re waiting with a party!

Sailing the Atlantic is not an easy endevour and having done it makes us proud, invincible even.

I’m on top of the world!

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